Chapter One Caught

I was 19, I had been kicked out of my parents house. My practiced acquaintance Robbie, and his dad Bill took me in, for the summer.

His dad was a contractor. Robbie went to knead with his dad every break of day. You could set a clock by their approaching and goings. Up by four am gone by five, and back home at seven pm.

I was unemployed, and because I really could n't pay anything, for staying there. I cleaned the house, mowed the lawn, cooked and did the washing. No one asked me to do it. I just did it to show my appreciation.

One day I was straightening out the garage, and I came across an old traveling bag. When I went to move it. I noticed it had something in it. I opened it and found a porno cache of VHS tapes.

Everyday after that I would get up early, get my work done. I would grab a few tapes from the grip, and have an all good afternoon jack off session. I would sentence it with Robbie's, and his dad work schedule. I would get everything cleaned up and put away before they came domicile.

I was doing my usual thing one day. Spread out naked on the couch, tape recording in the VCR, cock in hand. I was really getting into it, when I heard the front threshold open.

I tried to scramble around for the remote and track my nakedness, but I was caught. I looked at the gravid figure that came through the door, and was horrified to see my Quaker dad banknote, standing there. He just ! ooked at me a moment, smiled and said `` I see you found my hoard. ``

I did n't answer. I could n't even look his direction. I was so humiliated, my tool went hobble, and I just sat there.

He was like `` Oh pit, lighten up. We all do it. I might even join you. ''

Then he walked in the kitchen asked if I wanted a beer.

I answered. `` Sure. ''

I looked at the clock it was only three in the afternoon. While he was getting our beer. I hollered into the kitchen.

'' Why are you home so early ? ``

As he came back in the movement room he took a pull from his open beer and simply said. `` It 's raining. ``

"Damn."I thought"How could I have been so stupid."

While he was in the kitchen. I managed to turn off the tape, and slipped on my underwear. I was pulling my shirt on when he came back in to the room.

'' You did n't accept to do that. '' He kept looking at me as he crossed the way.

He sat down on the opposite English of the couch I was on. Handed me my beer, and began taking off his iron heel and socks.

'' Turn the TV back on let watch some porn. ``

'' You were serious about that ? '' I just looked at him as he began stripping down.

'' Turn it on. '' He insisted and sat back lifted up his articulatio coxae and slither his underwear down.

Now this was a big guy. Stout muscular physical body probably some genetic science, but mostly from working building all his adult life. He was attractive, chisled facial features, with jet bootleg haircloth. He could give his pick of char. In fact his ex wife was very attractive. She provided many nights, of spank material.

His cock was already hard and sprang up from a dour dim George Herbert Walker Bush. This buster was hirsute all over. His cock was n't overly large maybe 6 to 6.5 in but it was thick, with a big meaty head on it.

The TV came to life and he began slow ! y rubbing his prick and lightly tugging on it. I noticed his big testicle sac would make a motion with each s ! ow tug. He sipped his beer, and kept looking my direction.

I was so nervous my tool would n't get hard. I could n't believe this big bear of a man was sitting there, sipping his beer slowly rubbing his hammer. I would sneak peeks over at him. He must have noticed and directly he was telling me to get naked.

I did as he told me and removed my t shirt and underclothes. My limp peter just lay lifeless, as he looked over at me. He moved closer to me and said.

`` Here let me serve you with that. ``

I sat there suspend, in place. My mind was racing. I almost dropped my beer. I couldn't believe this was happening.

"I wasn't gay. Was he gay ? He couldn't be."I told myself."He was married, and has kids."

He placed his bridge player on my limp hammer and began slowly tugging at it, as he did is own cock. His touch sent tingles through my orchis and up my spine.

His hand looked so big as it manipulated my suddenly hardened cock. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. He moved my hand up and down on it before pulling it away, and letting me continue on my own.

I could n't get over how hard, and how compact his cock was. I remember I could feel the pulse as it throbbed in my hand. His tool filled my hired hand. I marvelled at the feel of my first cock. Despite my initial reserve, I found myself really enjoying it.

My own rooster was as gruelling as it had ever been. Pre cum oozed from the heading of my cock as his expert fingerbreadth worked my shaft. He lifted his digit to his lips. He stared into my eyes, and licked the pre cum off them.

Suddenly he stood up in front of me. His tool hung just inch from my mouth. Without being told I took his fleshy helmet into my backtalk. The flavour, the taste, it spurred me on. I took more of his length in. I let my knife roll around the head of his cock, as he moaned softly.

I could savor the pre cum emanating from the tip coating my tongue. I began eagerly bobbing up and down on his cock. He placed his helping hand on the rear of my head, and began thrusting his hips forward in a slow methodic motion.

He pulled my men away and placed them on his hips. His breathing changed becoming more rapid. He pumped his thick pole into my mouth. Burying his prick in my mouth. He held my pass there, his balls resting on my Kuki-Chin. The black hairs of his pubic region tickled my nose.

He let out a low guttural growling. My gag innate reflex kicked in once the swollen head teacher of his cock, reached the back of my throat. He released my top dog, and removed his cock from my mouth.

I gasped for air. Tears streamed down my grimace, and amalgamate with the drool, and spittle on my chin. Before I could close down my mouth. He lurched forward again repeating the unconscious process. His groan becoming more audible with each thrust.

I was so storm at how a good deal I was liking it. I was cook to suck up his stopcock off and take all his cum. Then he pulled out and stepped back. He told me to roll over. I did as I was told my legs were actually shaking.

I felt his unattackable mitt on the cheeks of my ass kneading them, spreading them. Then as he held my nerve spread full, I felt his hot breath on my virgin backside yap. He licked lightly over it, my tight short gob spasmed with each moving picture of his tongue. He began to drive his tongue into my ass. I actually shuddered when his spit snapped through the wet petty rim of my opening.

I began moaning uncontrollably as his tongue fucked my ass hole. He would slither down and run his wet tongue over my testis sac and then back to my anal retentive field. Pre cum oozed from the head of my turncock like it had never done before.

Then I felt him kneel behind me on the couch. His script on my waist he pulled my ass up to his genitalia. I could palpate his hard cock pressed against my ass. He reached between my stage and ran his fingers along the distance of my putz. He squeezed the head of my pecker, and pre cum flowed into his hands.

I felt his finger poised at the entrance, of my natural language drenched opening move. He slid his pre cum soaked digit in, and I gasped. He allowed me to line up to the champion of being penetrated, and then slowly worked his digit in and out. I began pushing back to meet his thrusting digit. I was totally overcome by all the new whiz I was feeling. My dick was leaking copious amounts of pre cum.

He began rubbing his dick between the nerve of my ass. I could feel his pre cum as be dragged his thick-skulled member through the crack and over my rectum.

He kept reaching between my wooden leg. Every clock time he removed his hand. His fingers were coated with my pre cum. His cock, I noticed began sliding easily between the impudence of my ass. I realized he was coating his cock with my pre cum, and probably his as well. All I knew was he was driving me crazy.

I felt him come out the expectant bulblike drumhead of his shaft at my virgin porta. He pushed forward till the nous of his stopcock was just inside me. I cried out in pain and tried to pull in away but his strong hands held me in place. He told me to just loosen, and it would go a lot easier.

He held me there for what seemed ilk minutes. Then he would push forward a minuscule bit. It felt like he was going to break up me in two. split began rolling down my face, it hurt that bad. Oddly my putz remained hard as a rock.

Again he told me to unstrain and he pushed forward a little more. He waited and then he was finally all the way in me. I could feel his balls resting against mine. He held me there impaled on his cock.

I began to get used to the feeling of having his thick throbbing cock inside me. I found myself wanting it. The way it filled and stretched, my virgin ass was lofty. I pushed back against him, driving him even deeper. An unfettered moan escaped from my back talk.

He began grinding his cock into my tight little ass. wearisome gradual bm. I began to groan under his weight. He eased back just a little and then began rocking his hip joint slowly. He would facilitate back again, each clock time retracting a little More of his duration. Then gently he would sway his hips forward, his balls slapping against mine.

I began to really enjoy it, and began pushing back to assemble his knife thrust. He began moving quicker thrusting in and out. He was in dispatch control. I felt helpless, as my rigorous fiddling gob yielded to his penile assault.

I was moaning incessantly I could feel my orb tighten against my body. He was now fucking my ass, pummeling it, taking it.

I moaned out.

'' I 'm gon na cum. ''

I felt my putz twitching and stumble. My smashed sphincter began to spasm clamping down on his cock. Each spasm sent me into a delirious state.

My cock began spewing cum. My rigid cock bounced up, and down between my legs. Ropes of cum sprayed out across the couch cushion. With each contraction of my glob sac, I would recede myself.

"Oh god..I'm cumming…fuck me..please make out me !"

He pushed forward and held my hip joint. His cock buried deep I felt it swell up, and then detonate inside me. Wave after waving of cum filled my ass. He held me tight against his pecker as he dumped his hot load in my ass.

I could n't consider how good it felt. His cum poured into me and as he pulled out, I could sense his cum escape from my pertly fucked anal initiative. It seeped down onto my ball sac. My pegleg were shaking, my ass was aching, but it was a good ache.

I collapsed onto the sofa. Laying there in my own cum, and his cum oozing out of my ass. I felt drained. I heard the exhibitor running as my eyes closed, and I drifted off to log Z's .